St. George’s Day…

So.
Today is, apparently, about slaying the dragon called Paganism that threatens Christendom. I want to give it an ‘atta boy’! And a lump of sugar…
And this reminded me of one of those life moments when you see an expression on someone’s face that you never forget, because it’s truly priceless:

My very religious Norwegian gran used to call people’s first names their “Christian” names. She was one of the only people who ever called me by my real first name (which “Lonni” is but a nickname for) and she would always remark what a lovely “Christian” name I had.

Finally one day (as a teen) I said, “Haven’t got a Christian name, Gramma, it’s Native American pagan.”

She thought about this and I think it bothered her ever after.

^_~

Happy St. George’s Day in the Enchanting Kingdom! xx

Snape, you sexy thang!

Via @_Snape_ on Twitter. I LoOL’d.

Thé Crème Clot-tilde

I’ll get a baby Jersey cow and grow her up with genteel manners. A sky-blue velvet ribbon with a shiny brass bell I’ll tie in a bow about her neck. For that is sure to compliment her rust-tinged fawn coat and soft dark chocolate eyes. The peasant women in the village will gift me with jars of their preserves (as they are fond to do on grand occasions.) I shall call the cow Clot-tilde and she shall make for me the very finest cream…

Now, you may have heard of chocolate-dipped insects, which are considered a delicacy? I’ll tell you the truth; the ones that are cross are the best tasting ones, as their feelings are the most delicate of all. (But forget about the chocolate, for it is wasted on them! Take my word. Save that for your puddings and biscuits.)
I shall venture boldly to seek out some cross ants and some agitated bees, for I love to eat cross-ants with tea and the bees will make sweet honey for me. I’ll bring a net and acquire butterflies along my way, for I must have butter. Their gentle ways will woo the bees to acquiesce, I expect, as it takes the cooperation of bees and butterflies to make honey-butter. (And this has been accomplished before, as you well know.)

Mind you, with my tea I shall need scones, the fruit kind, naturally. But this is easily accomplished. I shall plant a tree near Clot-tilde’s pasture and pick fresh fruit scones every day. So let us see… what is left but to ask Lady Earl Grey to attend? It shall be a leisurely feast of cross-ants, dripping with honey-butter and the fruit scones and preserves dolloped with Clot-tilde cream.

But do not think me selfish and uncharitable! No, please do not! I shall add to my labours the growing of dates and figs to take to the village on Sundays. There shall be figs for those unable to give them and dates for those unable to get them.